stand up for what you want

Unfinished Project!

Request: Hey can I request an alpha!scott x Reader where she stays over at Stiles’ one night because they’re close friends and lab partners and had to finish a project together so worked late. And Scott is jealous despite stiles being his best friend? Thanks x                                                                                                                                                                             Warning:None!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Note:Sorry for waiting l hope that this is what you wanted so if you like it please let me know..:)                                                                                                                                                                                                                     It was three days since teacher gave us a project to work on with partner,so since Stiles needed help he asked me and l accepted also with Scott permission  because beside the fact that they were bestfriends he knows to be jealous a lot.’Hi baby!’ I looked up from my book and saw Scott standing in front of me  with Stiles ‘Heey!’ He sat down and l waved at Stiles and he waved back ‘Y/N thank you for accepting the project with me.’ I shaked my head ‘No problem Stilinski.’ Scott wrapped his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek ‘When are you starting the project guys.’ ‘Ummm probably today after school.’I looked up at Stiles ‘Umm yeah that would be good,my place?’ l nodded my head ‘Sure.’ Scott let out a cough ‘You two alone?At your home?’ He looked at me then at Stiles and l could see Stiles shift from one leg to another nerviously ‘I mean if you agree Scott?’ Scott smiled slightly but l knew that smile wasn’t really honest,deep down he was jealous ‘Oh no,no go ahead.’ We both smiled and l kissed him on the cheek ‘Okay so now l’m gonna leave you two love birds and l’ll see you after school.’ Me and Scott nodded in the same time ‘Sure go.’    Stiles left us and l turned to look at Scott ‘Baby if you don’t want me to go at his house just tell me l can easily stay at the library.’ He smiled and put a strand of hair behind my ear ‘No baby,go l have some things to do anyways.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Completely sure.’He smiled and l smiled back and kissed him ‘Okay the l’ll see you tonight?’ ‘He nodded ‘Of course.’ I nodded and waved him before l left for the next class.                                                                                                                                                                                                      I was in Stiles’s room trying to write this stupid project for the tenth time,but no matter how we tried we always ended up nowhere.My phone battery died and already was dark outside but l couldn’t leave Stiles struggling ,oh man this was hard even for me ‘l’m gonna get some water,want something Y/N’ l looked up at him and ‘Water will be good too.’ He nodded and left the room.’ After some minutes l heard a doorbell and a very familiar voice.Scott.’ Stiles,where’s Y/N?’But l knew he didn’t let Stiles  answer when he runned toward his room and walked in I looked up from my notebook with my eyebrows furrowed.l took of my glasses and stood up ‘Scott what’s wrong?’ He put his hands on his hips probably trying to catch his breath  ‘Ummm l,l came to see what you guys are doing since you didn’t answered your phone,but l found you sitting at the table,exhausted.’ I let out sigh knowing the right reason why he’s here.’Stiles could you please give us some minute?’ Stiles nodded ‘Sure l’ll be downstairs if you both need something.’ ‘Thanks!’  When Stiles left the room l came closer and put my hands on my hips ‘And what did you expected to see Scott?’He looked down ‘I panicked when you didn’t answer and it’s already got dark so l though that’ ‘That me and Stiles were doing anything but studying.’He looked at me with guilty eyes and nodded,l let out a sigh and  came closer to him and put my hands on his cheeks ‘When will you realize that l only love you and that you don’t have the reason to be jealous,especially not at Stiles.He’s your bestfriend for God sake.’ ‘l get it now.and you’re right l’m sorry.l love you too.’ l kissed him ‘You have nothing to be sorry for silly.’                                                                                                

toharu  asked:

Personally, I don't even think needing to understand and empathize with your feelings about your work being tagged as kin and such is even necessary, for those who don't even want to try. I don't understand it at all to be honest. But it all boils down to respecting you as the artist enough to simple accept your feelings and terms and abide by them. If you're feeling bothered by this recently, I hope you feel better soon!

Haha well some ppl actually lash out whenever i speak up about it because they feel i have sth against them being kin with characters and what not when its just i dont want them tagging my art like that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯Some ppl are very nice abt it tho!

Idk I dont want to upset these ppl but i also literally cant stand these tags that come off so rude and obnoxious at times? whelp


Like on father’s day the kids have to write about the gifts they got or want to get for their dads. Jungkook giggles as he stands in front of the class and talks about how he wants to give his Yoongi papa some new baking pans and new sweaters. The teacher coos over the bunny teeth and eye smile and wow Kim Jungkook is so adorable. It gets even cuter when she ask him what he wants to give his other dad and Jungkook hides his smile behind his small hand;

“I want to give daddy a new watch because he got blood all over his old one!” 

Oh….. The teacher just lets out an awkward laugh and calls up Jimin next to give his talk. 

“What about you Jimin? What do you wanna get your papa and daddy for Father’s day?” 

Jimin grins just as wide as Jungkook did.

“I wanna get papa new shoes because he wants some Puma ones and i want to give daddy uh… um… oh! I want to give daddy a new knife because he lost his the last time he went to go play with uncle Hobi!” 

(poor teacher just wants to teach she didn’t ask for this weird as fuck shit) 

anonymous asked:

So, I don't know if I handled this correctly or not, but here we go. There's this kid in my School, he's really sweet, but he's not the 'normal' male student. We were standing by the door about to leave. He said "Hey stop touching me". I turned around and say these two girls poking him. They didn't stop so I gave them an odd look. One said "What" so I replied "He doesn't want you to touch him, you should probably stop" and they just let out a huff of annoyance and left him alone.

It matters that you stood up for him. I dont quite understand what you mean by “normal” but i suppose that doesnt matter. 

The fact that you stood up for him matters. It does. I’m grateful you did that.

anonymous asked:

eeeeek i love your writings thank god i saw your post! can you do ieyasu + “I don’t want to be your secret, anymore" please?

thank you so much! i hope this is okay.

She was particularly tired that day after trying to ration out food shortages since the oncoming winter. It hadn’t been much of a shock that they’d have to save up food when winter rolled around, but what what she didn’t expect was for their rations to already be that low. She couldn’t stand letting down everyone due to a shortage of food; it was entirely out of her hands, however. The day had left her feeling particularly frustrated, and it hadn’t been much help when Ieyasu came barging into the kitchen demanding that she go find him some herbs with himself accompanying her. 

There’s something heartbreaking about only being able to love your lover when you’re out of sight from everyone else. It’s only when they get far enough away from the castle that Ieyasu manages to reach for her hand to take in his, and somehow this makes her mood drop further. Only when they’re alone together can he hold her like this, kiss her like this, let alone be around her like this. Today however, felt entirely different, and she finds herself tearing up while he walks with her in complete silence. 

It was hard, being his secret. It was hard having to desperately pull away from him whenever Toramatsu or Tadakatsu came knocking, it was hard being unable to be near him when she pleased to, and it was hard having to be constantly denied by him whenever they were around other people. She wanted to be with him and she wanted him to stop hiding her like she was something to be jettisoned, if the situation called for it. She was, in comparison to everyone else, disposable. It was undeniable when Ieyasu told her she was a commoner girl, and it was understandable that he couldn’t let anyone know that they were together due to his status. That never meant it hadn’t hurt to know, however.

“You’re crying. Why?” He whirls around to face her, dropping her hand from his to move towards brushing away her tears. “I’m just tired, that’s all.” And he knows she’s lying, she can read that he knows in his face.

“Don’t go around thinking that you can lie to me like that, kitchen wench.” And he’s testing the damn, hear tears threatening to spill over along with her words. Words she had kept long to herself dared to come forward and curl out of her lips like smoke, and she wasn’t sure if she could brace herself to stop it if he kept going. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted him to know. “Now what’s actually wrong?” He tests her again.

“I already know I’m a kitchen-wench and a commoner,” she quietly cries out, desperately holding the sleeves of his kimono with her eyes to the ground. “but I don’t want to be your secret anymore.”

Life in a balance - Chapter 2

So, this is the second part or this fic and sorry for taking so long in this hahaha, I’ll try for this not to happen again.
I hope you enjoy the chapter, this is a dramatic one! (More than usual hahaha)
Thanks as always to @omelialover, you’re awesome.
As always thanks for the reblogs, comments and likes, it makes me want to keep writing!
Here we go!


The floor was cold and her head was pounding.
She woke up confused and not knowing exactly what was happening. Opening her eyes, she realised that she was in a strange room; not too big and mostly white. She tried to stand up but she felt a big pain in her lower back and tears started to go down her cheeks.
Then, she felt a soft kick. At least their baby was okay, that was good.

“Just stay safe baby, I’m going to get through this” she said while grabbing her tummy.

With a big effort she stood up and, with horror watched a woman laying on a table, looking so emaciated. That moment, she was checking her pulse when the big door started to open.
She stepped back until her back touched the cold wall again, never stopping looking to the man that was now in the room.

“Look who’s up,” he started to get closes to her and she couldn’t go anywhere “come here.”

Amelia stayed there, frozen by the panic and not knowing what to do.

“I said come here!!” The man shouted and grabbed her arm fiercely, making Amelia close her eyes and instinctively put her arm around her belly.
In that moment a young boy, around his 20s appeared.

“You shouldn’t shout like that… Someone could hear you..” he said, looking scared.

Then, the man let go of Amelia’s arm and hit the boy’s face so hard.

“What did I tell you about contradicting me?” The man looked at him with an angry face “Don’t dare doing that again you stupid kid, understood?”
The boy didn’t respond and the man hit him again “understood?!”
The boy, almost crying let a voice out “Y-yes sir”

Amelia, watching the whole scene had a face of horror.
Then the man turned and stood right in front of her again.

“You,” he said grabbing Amelia’s arm again, causing it to turn red “you’re going to do something for me, whether you want to or not.”

“Wh-what is it?” She said with fear, barely audible.

“You’re going to operate on this woman’s brain” he said.

“What?” Amelia was so confused.

“You’re going to operate on her, right here”

“Are you crazy? No! I can’t operate on her here!” She said not believing what that man was asking her to do.

To this answer, the man stepped right in front of her and for the third time in barely 10 minutes, grabbed her arm again and shouted:

“You’re going to do it, I don’t care if you don’t want to, because if you don’t do it, or if you kill her, you can start saying goodbye to that ginger man you call husband,” the man approached his face a few centimeters from hers “and also to the baby you’re carrying”

And with these words, he threw her to the floor, making her hit her back and part of her belly, screaming because of the pain.
He turned, and exited the room; then the young boy, looked Amelia with a sad and guilty face and then followed the man outside, closing the door behind him.
Amelia, stayed there, tears falling down her cheeks and in pain, closing her eyes and praying for this to be just a dream.

It was almost 2am when Owen finally had the chance of going home. His shift was supposed to finish at 10, but his surgery got postponed.
He made his way out of the hospital and drove his car home. He entered home, trying not to make noises so he wouldn’t wake up Amelia, and he arrived to their room expecting find her peacefully sleeping, but instead he found an empty bed.

“Amelia?” He said, but getting no response.
He went to their bathroom “are you here?” But nothing.
That moment he started to get worried, why wasn’t she at home? She left around 9:30pm and she said she was going to wait for him at home, she should have been here for hours.
He registered the house just in case she was there, but seeing that he was alone, he took his phone and called her.
3 calls later and nothing; he was really worried.

“Okay, okay, maybe she got paged because of an emergency, or maybe she’s at Meredith’s” and the first thing that came to his mind was call Meredith.

“Hey Owen, it’s a little bit late, what do you want?” She said, sounding sleepy.

“Hi Mer, are you at the hospital?” He said thinking that maybe she saw her.

“No, I’m already at home, why? You need something?”

“And is Amelia there with you?” He said sounding anxious.

“No, she’s not here” she said, but he didn’t respond “Owen what’s wrong? Is she okay?” She said starting to get worried.

“I don’t know, I can’t find her. She said she was going to come home and that was hours ago” he was getting more and more anxious.

“Okay, this is what we’re going to do, you go to the hospital and see if she’s there, I’ll ask Maggie if she saw her and call Alex, until then, don’t worry, she must be in some on call room, or maybe she has been paged.” She said “Go, and stay calm”

Owen hung out and immediately grabbed car’s keys and go outside home, almost running, on his way to the hospital.

It had been almost an hour since that man left Amelia in that room with the unconscious woman. She was there, in the same position, feeling tired and in pain, not knowing how this happened.
Why? Why now?
It was always the same old story, everytime she gets some happiness, something bad happens, but this time it wasn’t only her in danger, but her unborn child. She decided not to stay there, not to stop, she decided to try to escape from that nightmare.
Standing up using the wall as before, she examined the room.
There was a small room, without anything else than a door, and those small windows at the top of it. They were too small and too high to try to escape through them. The only way was the door.
She reached the door and tried to open it, when she realised that the young boy didn’t close it properly.
“That’s luck”, she thought.
And without making any noises she left the room.
She walked down the hallways looking for the main entrance, and when she reached the hall, she saw the man sitting there, doing something with strange objects while the young boy was cleaning.
Then, she decided that wasn’t an available option.
She started to walk again to the other part of the house, trying not to make noises when she saw a landline.
Without loosing a second she called Owen’s phone, this was her opportunity, she couldn’t miss it.

Owen entered the hospital running, and went straight to the nurses station.

“Have you seen Dr, Shepherd?” He asked to a nurse.

“No, doctor.” She said while looking at the computer “following this record, Dr Shepherd left almost 4 hours ago”

“What?” He was confused. If she wasn’t at the hospital, where she was? Then he started to be truly worried.
That moment Arizona arrived to check some information at the computer when she saw Owen.

“Hey Owen, I thought you already left, why are you here again?” She said, with her happy face as always.

“I.. I left, it’s just..” he didn’t know what to say “ it’s Amelia, I can’t find her”

“What?” Her face suddenly changed

“I- she told me she would wait for me at home since my surgery got postponed.. she’s not at home, neither at Meredith’s, clearly not here..” Owen was starting to get more and more anxious.

That moment Mer and Alex arrived, saying with just their looks that they couldn’t find Amelia.
They grabbed Owen and took him to the attendings lounge and closed the door behind them, this time, April, Callie and Nathan were there too.

“Owen, you have to relax, we’ll make some groups and go find her, she has to be somewhere.” Mer said, trying to be reasonable.

“I saw her leave around 10pm while I was doing my rounds, she cannot be here” Nathan said, positioning himself next to Owen.

“I think we should call the police”

“No,no, they will do nothing, until the 24 hours a person is not officially MIA”

“We should try to find her now and don’t lose time”

Everyone was talking at the same time, obviously very concerned and worried about their friend, the voices were loud and you couldn’t understand a thing.

Then Owen shouted
“Shut up everyone!!” He said while looking to his phone “it’s her!”
And he picked the phone up.

“Amelia!, Oh my god Amelia where are you, we thought you were lost!” He said, happy because she was okay.

“Owen, Owen I need you to listen to me carefully” her voice was low and she was barely crying.

“What? What’s happening?!”

“The guy who entered to the hospital this afternoon, he, he kidnapped me. I don’t know where I am, I just know this guy wants me to operate into a woman that might be dying or already dead or.. I don’t know Owen..” she was already crying “I’m scared, he told me that if I won’t do it, he would kill you, and would kill the baby and..”

Owen was shocked, listening to her and crying while doing it.
“Amy, love, don’t worry okay? Don’t worry baby, I’ll find you, describe me the place, I’ll call the police, we’re going to find you, you will be okay,” his voice was cracking “Amelia I love you, I love you remember it, hold on, you can, do what he wants you to do, It doesn’t matter, just stay safe, I’ll find you”

“Owen, I hear something.. oh god I think they’re coming” she kept crying and she had barely no voice “Owen, Owen please, I..” the silence filled the line. Then a loud sound was listened and a scream of pain left Amelia’s throat.

“Amelia! Oh my god, Amy! Love, are you okay? Talk to me Amelia” he was shouting at this point.

“You must be Dr Hunt” a male voice talked to the phone.

“You son of a bitch! Don’t you dare to touch her, because if you do I swear to god that..” he said, out of his nerves and scared as hell.

“Keep it to yourself. It’s up to your wife to get out of here alive. If she does what I asked her to, her and your baby will be out of here.. even when I doubt that baby will still breathing after tonight.
Don’t try a thing, I got her, and you could lose her any moment If you call the police. Goodbye Dr Hunt, remember, if you move, she’s dead.”
And then the man hang up.

“No! Amelia!! Amelia!” He shouted to the phone and cried.

Everyone in the room was frozen. They held Owen to avoid him to fall and sat him on the sofa.

“Owen, Owen, what did just happened?” Meredith asked him, scared as hell “Where is she? What happened to her?”

“I..,she…,” He barely wasn’t able to talk “she was..” and Owen fainted before he could end his phrase.

“You, stupid woman!” The man shouted to Amelia just before hitting her right in the back making her to scream.
He talked to Owen while Amelia was barely able to move and in excruciating pain.

“No, Owen…” Crying, thinking about what was going to happen next, watching how this men threatened Owen, she was barely unconscious.

“And now, looking that you don’t really care about yourself, if you try something else, the main target will be that baby you’re carrying, and believe me when I said that baby won’t make it if you move again.”

He left Amelia in that room again, this time she was stranded. In pain, hurt and alone in that room, without any other option than operate in that woman even when without the appropriate medical stuff and without a good place to do it, she would for sure die, and most of all, with her baby threatened by that man. She stayed there, crying for hours, praying for this ray of hope that was never given to her, to show up for the first time in her life, and not to lose something else, not to be the one always losing, not to have her fortune, just for once.

officialleoneabbacchio replied to your post: Stands aren’t demons, they’re -Jotaro Kujo voice-…

okay but relatively cute concept; Cool Big Brother Figure Josuke trying to show/explain to Hayato what stands Are and he’s just like “oh yeah if you just start floating thats crazy d pickign you up idk he likes you” and hayato is just WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT LIKES ME WHAT IS IT WHY ARE ALL OF YOU DEMONS

omg that’s adorable but please josuke he needs some space, you need to work him up to actually interacting with stands (as best he could)

i think crazy diamond might honestly freak him out quite a bit–even though crazy d has interacted with him and fixed him in the past during kira’s battle, outside of the flow of action, having his body messed with by an entity he can’t see might be slightly disturbing (”do you want me to heal that cut for you?” “ it’s ok, it’s no big deal…”)

halcyongrl  asked:

Your blog makes me want to deepthroat a chainsaw and die coughing up my own innards. And guess the fuck what. You can't use the "I'm a minor!!" Excuse because I am too. Fuck, I can't stand how people can never be more than what they are. It's embarrassing. It's embarrassing how no one even tries. Don't guilt trip people on their interests. Chances are you're telling them something they already know.

How’s the 8th grade going for you

anonymous asked:

hey i want to say from one lesbian to another thank you for actually standing up for us and for fighting for what our identity actually means. i'm sorry ppl are unfollowing you though

I dont care about followers or everyone coming here calling me slurs or telling me to die, but I care about my sexuality and people hate lesbians enough and want us to die that I just want us to have good thing and we can’t even have our attraction to women anymore apparently. Being a Lesbian is important to me and I dont wanna see this idea of ~gender fluidity~ and that there’s no such thing as gay/lesbian take over and ruin a crux of my identity.

I can’t stop thinking about the wisecrack carrie fisher would make about debbie reynolds dying a day after her: the joke about her family, always bringing the drama, the ‘she couldn’t stand to let me have all the attention even when I had just died. I want you all to remember that I did it first.’  

I like to imagine her in the afterlife adding material to her stand up: ‘I’m really disappointed to be here tonight, I was hoping I’d get to haunt george lucas for that metal bikini.’ ‘do you know how long the line for this place is? I flipped off nancy reagan and fidel castro on the way in. ’ ‘when I said dear lord please don’t let me live to see that orange buffoon be president I should have been a helluva lot more specific.’

playing to a sold out audience, her mother in the front row. bowie and rickman at a table in the back. 

i want the opposite of a suicide pact to happen

if trump wins, we’re all going to survive. live. thrive. and fight for what’s right. we need to stand up more for people like us, because we need it the most now.

hold on. stay with me. i’ve got you.

My kid does 13K in damage to studio equip, we handle it like lunatics.

[Part 1]

Some background:

I’m an audio engineer and score arranger full time in my self-owned business. It’s how I provide for myself, my fiancée (also CF), and my mother. I record, mix, and master for bands, voice-overs for local commercials, and write music for people’s weddings, college films, indie games, etc.. It was my passion since I was a child and every day I ask myself why I get paid to do what I do.

You know, until today.

I had a woman schedule to come in because she wanted me to record her monologue for an acting class. I thought it was going to be easy enough. I set up a mic and a music stand in the sound booth and got my workstation prepped for tracking. She was supposed to show up at 3:30, so when 4:00 came around, I called her to ask her if she was still coming. It was my last contract for the day and I was wanting to get home to my fiancée, dogs, and dinner.

“Oh, sorry sweetie, I’m going to be there soon. I just had to get my son from ex-boyfriend.”

Uh oh.

4:12, she showed up with her child.

To preface, I’ve never really wanted kids, and don’t really hate them either. But I’ve been childfree of mind for a decade now in league of several bad child experiences in public.

Anyway, I sat her down at the conference table and tried to talk to her about the contract and billing, etc., and just couldn’t because of the six-years-old pile of ovary droppings next to her.

“Mommy it’s cold in here.” “Mommy, I’m bored.” “Mommy, that guy has girl hair.” “Mommy, I want to play on the phone.”

The incessant whining went on for the entirety of the discussion. She did nothing about it. I had an ache in my stomach that this might be a rough session.

I was right.

I showed her to the sound booth, positioned the mic at face level, told her the basics of mic use, and then she floored me with a question.

“Can my son stay in there with you while I do this?” I insisted that he wait in the conference room (across the hall from the control room) because the control room wasn’t a very kid-friendly place considering the 120K of equipment at arms reach.

“But he’s a little angel.”

I shouldn’t have taken her word for it. I SHOULD NOT have taken her word for it. This kid was ANYTHING but. I let him in, told him to sit in one of the office chairs and don’t touch anything. Needless to say, he touched. I queued the recording arm and signaled her to start. She got three lines into her take before I hear a deafening screech and crash.

That little shit machine had just knocked over a $4,000 Korg into a rack with $9,500 of equipment. Completely shattered the touchscreen on the Korg, busted the dials off of half of the effects, and totaled my distressor that I use for almost all the vocals I track.

All of this, by the way, was the room’s length apart from where I told the crotch goblin to stay.

The kid, because of the loud noise, started full-lung screaming. Not crying. Not yelling. Screaming.

The mother, with no hesitation, ran over to the control room and DEMANDED to know what I did to her child. She cussed at me and accused me of hurting her little snot monster. Threatened to sue and even swung at me. When I told her that her precious angel had just racked up at least twelve grand of damages, she said “good”, spit on me, then stormed out, slamming every door on the way. So I pulled the security camera footage and had filed a police report. Grand total: $13,504.25. I also mailed her the bill for her session for good measure.

Of six years in the studio, this is my only truly terrible experience. Fuck mombies. Fuck having children. Thanks for making my vasectomy decision that much easier on me.

[Part 2]

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I made a photoshop of a Tarot Spread inspired by Witches of East End. 

There was an original image of this spread, it’s called the Truncated Celtic Cross. It wasn’t pleasing to look at so I remade it myself.

But nonetheless, this spread is what the Witches of East End used frequently and I really wanted to try this spread out!

  1. The Central Issue: The theme of the entire spread, the issue at question.
  2. What Crosses You: It could be a person, or anything that’s crossing you, getting in your way.
  3. What Lies Below: Could be something you’re or the issue is standing on; the foundation.
  4. What Lies Behind (past): The past, what created this issue. Could be a person, an object, or anything.
  5. What Lies Above (possibilities): The possibilities that are above you, look up in the sky and think. Your thoughts, etc.
  6. What Lies Ahead (future): What is ahead of you. Could be a person, an object, or anything. The outcome.

The best way to do this reading is to look at the symbols on your cards, the meanings behind the card, and what it represents to you. Use your intuition!

Imagine buying Newt a new bow-tie before he leaves to go back to England.

Imagine the hurt on his face when he takes it from your hand, because he never thought he’d mean that much to anyone before. Living in the shadows of his brother has injured his self-confidence so much that he starts crying when you give it to him. Some moments felt like maybe only his creatures could care for him so adoringly.

Imagine him staring at it before tearing up, and he has to explain, “You didn’t have to. I—” He stops and clears his throat. What he wanted to finish was with, ‘I don’t deserve such gratitude.’ Wiping his eye with the back of his hand, he looks around for something to distract his train of emotions.

You can see the words on his facial expression, and you take a step forward. Hesitantly, at first before standing in front of him. He shuffles from foot to foot before glancing up at you, his fingers tracing the fabric of the bow-tie. For such a mundane exchange, he was getting far too emotional. You smile gently, cupping his shoulder, “I wanted to. It’s a gift… And if you ever wear it, I want you to remember what you did for us, for…” You took a deep breath in, and the chilly dock air stung your lungs, “For me… As sentimental and selfish as it is, I guess I don’t want you to forget about me.”

Those words rattled inside of him as he snapped the small box containing the bow-tie shut before shuffling into his beautiful jacket. Newt smiled at the object as it disappeared there, before directing his grin at you. “I’ve nothing to thank you with, that seems inconsiderate now…” You shrugged your shoulders, watching him reach down to grab his case before snapping one of the open prongs shut. He laughed quietly to himself, before feeling the sudden roll of sadness, “I’ve nothing for you but a few words. Those being, you’ll see me again someday. When my book is done, I’ll come visit you. Now that I’ve encountered New York, I doubt I could stay away for much long. The excitement sort of… Grows on you.”

“I look forward to it, Mr. Scamander.” You chuckled, “Don’t be too long.”

“Heavens no, I’d miss it too much.” Newt joked back, taking a few steps backwards to step onto the ship. 

“Good luck.” You said loud enough for him to hear. Something crackled in your voice as you spoke, something that Newt had caught onto and made him pause his motions.

“And to you, (Name).” Newt replied and reached into his pocket to trace the thin box you had given him only minutes ago. He had always hated saying goodbye, because some where more permanent than others; whether intentionally or unintentionally. He turned, his back now facing you. But alas, it was only a few paces forward he got in before turning around to look at you once again. As if in this very second, he needed one more glance to remember what you looked like, what your expression was, what your eyes appeared to be showing. He needed to remember these things. 

He falls, defeated to his emotions and takes the few paces forward once again to stand in front of you. Surely, it was an action you weren’t expecting and the physical closeness of his body was greater than it was before. “I couldn’t leave without asking something, (Name).” You raised your eyebrows, “It’s nothing bad!” He defended to your surprised face, “I just wanted to know if… When-” He changed his words quickly, “When I come back to New York, may I repay you for buying me a new bow-tie?”

This question made you laugh. Throwing your head back, tears finally trickled from your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks as you nodded in response, “That sounds fair.”

“I look forward to it.” Newt gave you a half smile, reaching a hand forward and wiping away your tears. You relished in the last bit of slow affection he dared give you before whispering quietly to you, and only to you, “Only a little while. I’ll pay you back, I do promise. and I am quite good at standing by promises I’ve made.”

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Four years of Trump is four years of demanding our voices to be heard. Don’t stay silent. If you believe in something strongly enough then make it your mission to make change happen. Don’t sit and watch your beliefs get torn apart, get up off of that couch, out of your bed, and into the real world where real things happen that affect us all like it or not. A single voice starts an idea, but only we can make that idea spread. Women’s bodies are their own and they have the right to choose what is done with them. Women are not just pussies to be grabbed at, Muslims are not all terrorists, climate change is real, gay is not a choice, and building walls to keep out “problems” is not the solution literally or metaphorically. What I am saying is real, and if you can’t handle the reality of my words then the unfollow button is right up there. We can conquer this together.


Ok nobody is talking about this and I have to say something cause I literally lost my shit at this scene. When I got engaged about a year ago, you want to know what I was doing the entire first day? THIS! I was literally holding up my hand and admiring my ring and everything it meant about my past and my future. So when Viktor was standing on the beach, by himself staring at the ring the man he loves just gave him it broke me. It is so special. Yuri on Ice is so special.

How to survive your first date with a POT

Cause lets be honest, it always feels like chore. 

1) Overdress just a tad. make sure you stand out wherever you are but don’t break out the formal attire for coffee either. Little black dress usually does the trick because its easy to dress up or down if necessary. 

2) Know what you want going into it and bring it up as soon as possible, he doesn’t have the time to waste and neither do you. 

3) Bring hygiene products like deodorant, perfume and gum to make it look and smell like you’ve got your shit together. 

4) Meet in a public place. 

5) Talk about your previous arrangements, even if you didn’t have one make something up, they’ll think/know that you’re experienced and you have the proper mindset. 

6) make sure you know what he’s looking for. This stuff is best to just get out of the way as soon as possible. 

7) Ask a lot of questions. Old men love to talk. 

8) Have an excuse to leave at a certain time. If things aren’t going well you get to leave, and you’ll seem busy which is always hot. 

9) If things go well use physical contact to tell him so. Graze his hand across the table, or hug him when you leave. 

10) Don’t whine, don’t slouch, don’t give him personal information. Just find out who he is, what he wants, if things will work out, and follow up accordingly. 

This is my first go at anything like this. I hope it could help in some way 


I always lied to you and asked you to forgive me. Deliberately keeping you at a distance by my own hand. All because I didn’t want you to get caught up in any of this. But now, I believe… that perhaps you could have changed Father, Mother, and the rest of the Uchiha. If I had been open with you from the start… and looked you straight in the eyes and told you the truth, then I wouldn’t have had to stand before you, from above, as a failure, telling you all of this. So this time, I want to impart this truth to you… You don’t ever have to forgive me. And no matter what you do from here on out, know this… I will love you always. 

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